The Rebel

In New Orleans, I'm known as the fun, laid-back LeBlanc brother — the rebel CEO.

I'm successful and determined, but I don't play by the rules. Heck, I don't even have rules except one: I never, ever get involved with my assistants. After a very bad experience years ago, I know better than to mix business and pleasure.

I've had no problems sticking to my rule until I hired Daisy. When I first met her, I had no idea she was my new temp assistant. I had just set eyes on this gorgeous woman at my favorite coffee shop and did what I do — flirt with her like there's no tomorrow.

When I realize my mistake, I change the tune. I'm cold and distant, but my plan isn't working — not one bit.

Whenever she steps into my office, all I think about is bending her over my desk.

When she gives me sass, all I want is to cover her mouth with mine until she begs for more.

Daisy is fun and unlike anyone I've met, and I gravitate toward her whether I want to or not.

When she suddenly gets a call from home that her family needs help, I immediately take over.

All lines blur, but one thing I know for sure: I won't let Daisy go. I just have to convince her that I'm the one. And I'm very convincing when I want to.